The Bastard Sapling - Hammers of Misfortune

The forest lends its life to me

And loyal to her oaken creed

On her ethereal wind I rove

Up above the race I loathe

My roots are flesh and blood

But supple as the soil they suck

A bastard sapling When winter

calls me down And brings me life

And when the nights falling down on me

I watch the demons fly

I wake the trees and give them speech

Their words teach me the ills of mankind

Walk this path and feel my pain

For this hatred and disdain

My birth is still a mystery

Unto the skies and the earth I plead

An explanation for this curse

Be it gold, be it dirt

I feel a darkness drawing near

Barbaric voices invade my kingdom

Lurking shadows follow me

Of a man I cannot see

The earth casts shadows on this race

I claim no party to this disgrace

To bear his form and not his mind

To my past this world is blind